My Uncle bought a house for me. Unaware of its own little secret…. Or maybe he is aware… The mad house shall not be open anymore. But under my care may we prosper. Signed

Elizabeth'

Waking up Elizabeth stared at the ceiling of her room. Blood dripping from it as it gently falls to her face. Sighing she brushed her cheek as to clean the blood on her face. Turning over her side a pale face of a devastated woman greeted her. Slightly surprised she shivered. Closing her eyes once again she turned to the other aside of her bed.

Upon opening her eyes, a smiling pale child with twin tails greeted her sight. The child is standing by the bedside as it giggled non-stop. Her giggle filled Elizabeth's ears making her flinch. Slightly panicking Elizabeth immediately took a pill that she has prepared under her pillow. Upon taking it every monster stopped scaring her.

There is no blood, dead woman, nor is there a child. Only a woman who has nothing except this mansion and her never ending work. Elizabeth's lifeless eyes stared at her now clean ceiling as she turned over her side where the dead woman is and took her phone. Getting up she grabbed a bottle of pill and took one before putting it in her pajama's pockets."How are you darling?" a cheerful raspy voice sounded from the hallway. Clenching her fist, she continued walking to reach her bathroom. She chose the room that is closest to the exit of the mansion for safety reason but it does not have its own bathroom. So she have to walk for 3 minutes to reach the nearest bathroom and that is enough time for monsters to come and kill her mind.

Not answering, Elizabeth started walking faster as her grandmother's voice filled her head. "You are a child of a fucker! Such a disgrace! USELESS!". Her grandmother's voice resounded in the halls. Arriving at the bathroom she locked the door quickly as she sighs in relief. Turning around a bloody bathroom is all she can see. Shaking she hesitated to use the pills to dispel her hallucination. Glancing at the bathtub she walked to it and opened the curtain. Taking a step back she finally lost it. After years of surviving in the house she finally gave in to the terror. Getting a glimpse of her dead body with the vision of how she ended up there made her die.

And so we'll wait for another owner…. Another lover…Another couple perhaps…. To Save us.

Sweating Elizabeth woke up from her nightmare. Opening her fist she looked at her hands a slight dent and redness appeared where her nails dug at her own hands. She glanced around her to find her brother still sleeping. 8 Year Old Elizabeth once again fell into deep sleep